Demis Roussos - It's Five O'clock

It's five o'clock And I walk through the empty street Thoughts fill my head But then still No one speaks to me My mind takes me back To the years that have passed me by It is so hard to believe That it's me That I see In the windowpane It is so hard to believe That all this is the way That it has to be It's five o'clock And I walk through the empty street The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy And so I go back to the years That have to past me by It is so hard to believe That it's me That I see In the windowpane It is so hard to believe That all this is the way That is has to be It's five o'clock And I walk through the empty street The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy And he gives me day Gives me hope And a little dream too